Chapter 11: Hard to Swallow
Comments: Took my journal to the coast with me to work on this story and guess what? I DID! To all those who thought I was abandoning this fic, think again. I'm nowhere near done.
Mood Song: Zetsubou Billy by Maximum the Hormone
Their faces are taking on strange shades of purple and all seem unable to form a coherent sentence. During this momentary lapse of speech, I quickly formulate a story in my mind.
Cause they're never gonna believe me if I tell them anything short of plausible.
Edward is half-sitting on my lap, his face growing redder by the minute.
These are the moments I wish Hughes was here. He would know exactly what to do. Unfortunately, I got.
Squat.
And, damn, I've stalled too long.
"Colonel, sir, just what the hell are you doing?" Havoc says.
He looks sort of pissed. Which is understandable. If I was in his place, walking in to see my commanding officer half-molesting another guy 14 years his junior, I would be pretty pissed, too.
And then perhaps the worst possible thing that could happen.
Happens.
Hawkeye emerges from behind the group, pistol drawn at the ready. I about shat my pants.
"Step away from the boy. Slowly," she commands in a voice that would make Armstrong cower in fear.
So I stepped away. I mean, what the hell else was I supposed to do? Here was a crazy, blonde woman, who might as well have been Edward's surrogate mother, holding a gun. That I'd bet my left testicular was loaded.
Frightened was an understatement.
Then Edward does something so miraculous that I think I've fallen even more in love with him. He speaks.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye, I came on to Roy."
I can hear angels rejoicing in immaculate chorus in the background. The phrase, 'young grasshopper be patient, for good things will come to you,' doesn't seem so stupid now.
And it gets better.
"You see, me and the Colonel are dating." Edward lies, his great big amber eyes shining.
If there wasn't an armed weapon pointing at me, I would so hug the shit out of that boy.
Fuery and Falman look startled instead of just flat-out shocked, the color once again returning to their faces. Havoc still looks mighty pissed. And Hawkeye?
Hawkeye fires that godforsaken weapon of hers. Which narrowly misses my boot. Pretty sure my toes curled in on themselves out of fear.
Her parting words, you say?
"I dare you to break up with him."
Author's Note: I had to bring Riza and the others in. Havoc is mad because he looks after Edward and doesn't want to see him get hurt. He is not jealous or have a secret crush on Roy or Edward. Just thought I throw that out there. Uncle Hughes says hi.
Mask of Mirage